Based around the episode Blood Money but kind of changes how the episode played out. This fic probably will retcon a little bit of Jac's history (although not too much or at least hopefully not to a level which isn't believable). This isn't the sort of sequel to Just Give Me A Reason. Hopefully this is ok :) Reviews are always appreciated.

"Do you need me to paint you a picture?" She asked, striding in to her office wanting desperately to get away from him. She hadn't even wanted to tell him that she late, fearing that it would lead to this 'need' for some sort of conversation between the pair of them. As she settled herself down in her desk chair, she heard him slam the door shut behind him and she watched as he came to stand by her side.

"So have you done a test?" He asked, a slight note of panic in his voice. She twisted her chair so that she was facing him, and she was slightly taken aback by the wild panic flickering in his eyes. She should have known that he wouldn't be mature enough to deal with this. She should have just kept it to herself.

"No" She answered harshly. She didn't need him prying in to her business. Her eyes travelled for a second down to her office draw, the one containing the pregnancy test. She'd stuffed it in there, unsure whether she'd be brave enough to actually take it or whether she'd just wait it out.

"Well why not?" He responded, trying not to let the emotion he was feeling creep in to his words. He didn't want to push her too far, if he did he'd probably never find out what was going on. He ran a hand through his hair "Surely it's better that we know so we can deal with it"

"Deal with it?" She retorted, her eyebrows rising on her head, her eyes flashing wildly at him. She tried to regain control of herself but she could feel her guard slipping. She hated feeling like her emotions were out of control but she couldn't seem to reign them in. He knew he'd said the wrong thing and his panic levels increased, "You mean find out early so it can be sorted earlier" she added, putting words in to his mouth.

"No" he answered. His brain was still trying to process the idea of potential fatherhood, and he knew that he couldn't really be trusted to make any sense. He couldn't imagine himself as a father, or at least not for a number of years so perhaps on some sort of subconscious level that was what he'd meant but he couldn't be sure. Everything just seemed like a jumbled mess.

"Get out Jonny" Her voice was cold but strangely calm. To the casual observer it may have seemed like the anger had drained out of her leaving her cool and collected but he knew different. He knew this was the most dangerous form her anger took, the quiet sad anger.

"We need to talk Jac" He tried to sound calmer than he felt but he knew it was in vain. She twisted her chair so that she was no longer facing him, her eyes trained on the door almost as if she were trying to move him there telepathically. He knew that the conversation for now was over and with his head bent low he walked towards the door. "We'll have to talk eventually" was the last thing he said before walking back out on to the ward.

Mo noticed the change in Jonny immediately. She knew the majority of their colleagues probably wouldn't be able to tell but she'd worked with Jonny for so long now that even the most subtle of changes resonated with her. It was strange though, normally she could read exactly what was wrong with him but this time she couldn't quite get a read on him.

Mo ended up cornering him in the staff room. She settled herself on the table while he made coffees.

"So spill" She said, watching the slight shake to his hands as he tried to pour the water. She tried to remember the last time she'd seen him acting this way but her mind couldn't quite fix on the memory. She was certain it wasn't the first time, he'd acted in this manner.

"It's nothing" he told her, turning to look at his friend. He knew it was futile to lie to her but he couldn't help but try. Mo raised an eyebrow, not even bothering to respond to him and he knew he'd been caught. He sighed as he seated himself on one of the chairs. "Ok so it's Jac"

"I should have known" Mo responded softly. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of her friend's relationship with the consultant. On the one hand he really did seem to like her but on the other, Mo was certain that Jac would end up hurting him. She didn't really seem to be the type of woman destined for a long term loving relationship, "So what's up with the ice maiden?"

"She has stuff is all" Jonny answered, swallowing a little bit too hard. In all fairness, it was his stuff too but he couldn't seem to bring himself to acknowledge that. He saw the look of curiousity dance on Mo's face, she always had loved a good bit of gossip. "And no I'm not telling you what stuff"

"Spoil sport" Mo gave him a small laugh. It was like a little game between them, him dangling the carrot of information and then not going any further. But usually he gave in, unless it was anything really serious. He shook his head at her, the sign that he wasn't playing and a modicum of concern settled over her. It had to be something relatively big but she'd couldn't imagine that it would be anything truly juicy unless .. "Oh my she's having your love child" Jonny swallowed hard, his face giving the game away.

"I" he froze unsure of how to even continue with this conversation when it didn't even make sense in his own head. "I don't even know for certain"

"She's not done a test?" Mo asked, feeling a little unsure herself. She couldn't imagine Jonny as a dad. Yes she believed he'd be quite good in the role but she didn't think he was ready. So much of him was still very childlike.

"No, it doesn't seem high on her list of priorities" he sounded a little bit bitter. There was a part of him that needed to know. He couldn't bare the huge question mark that was dangling over his future causing his heart rate to rise and his panic levels to increase, "I mean Jac's all about her career and it's not like she'd want to be a mum"

"But she's not getting any younger Jonny" Mo reasoned, though she was inclined to agree with Jonny. She couldn't imagine Jac pregnant or toting around a screaming infant. In fact it was hard to imagine Jac as anything other than the hard cold hearted consultant striding around the ward in scrubs.

"If she is" he swallowed hard again "pregnant, and she wants to keep it, where's that going to leave me Mo? I'm not sure I'm ready to be a dad" He spoke quickly, his words tumbling further. Mo frowned, she hated seeing Jonny like this. He looked like a scared little boy.

"Oh Jonny" she whispered.